Cold Feet

Chapter 8

VIOLA

I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.

“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.

“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”

“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”

“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.

“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”

I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.

“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.

“I know you,” Ashley whispers again. “You dirty little girl!” she teases.

I look at her and feign offense. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I smile.

“C’mon. Tell me, tell me!” she whispers, begging like a little child.

I have worked with Ashley for a long time and we are good friends. She knows me well and I know her well too. I’m enjoying stringing her along.

“We didn’t…” I say and let the thought hang in the air.

“…but?” she prompts.

“I had to come back here for the bar limit but you can call me commando,” I say as I sip my drink.

“Commando?” Ashley asks confused and then it hits her. Her hand flies to her mouth as she realizes what I mean. “Oh my…”

I smile at her and wink. Then her eyes flick to a point above and behind my head and a moment later I hear his voice again.

“Is this seat taken?” he asks.

Of course not, and if it was, it would have become vacant right now just for you, I think before I reply. “No, but I’m guessing it’s about to be.”

“That all depends on whether you’ll permit me to be seated,” he smiles as he waits for permission.

What a gentleman, I think wondering what he’s done with my panties.

and then add, “You don’t

the chair out and sits as I look at Ashley. She gives me a quick wink and then excuses herself from the table. I want to ask her

steal you from your busy schedule for a few more

“You may,” I reply.

fabulous.” Rick says lightly. His voice is confident. It has an authoritative but kind tone. One that says,

strong. Not in the sense that he has used too much, the scent

between my thighs and I’m pretty sure he knows it.

one of the top

I don’t concern myself with classifications. I simply do the best I can for my clients. They are important and it’s a

a very noble way of thinking. Very humble

blush again. “Do you normally compliment women this much? You do know it works wonders, don’t you? I will add though that you had me under the tree. You don’t need

believe in

again,” I incline my head towards him.

our earlier moment aside? There’s something else I want to talk

about?” I ask surprised.

at what you do whether you want to admit it or not. I believe I’m also

myself. Did he just start to talk business? I start to feel deflated,

we can talk about collaborating. I have a big network of people already though,” I

he replies. “I doubt you have someone like me on your team.

“What exactly is it

out a business card. He returns his

at it immediately. I am mesmerized by his moves. They seem so fluid, lithe

lawyer,”

me hard. A lawyer? What

I want to collaborate with a lawyer?” I don’t like lawyers for

me before continuing, “Well, many couples prefer to have prenups drawn

nod slowly. “Okay, that

forward and continues, “That’s just the beginning

mean by ‘just

there’s the

says it and it goes down the wrong hole. I cough and splutter as I put down the glass. When my coughing fit is done, I take another few sips so my voice can return to normal. “Divorce?” I say a little too loudly and the guests at the next table glance

“Yes, divorce,” he repeats.

is wiped out. I

do realize that this is one of the most

“Yes. One of the most beautiful

assume every marriage is going to end in divorce sooner or later?” I ask incredulously. This time I keep my voice

I’m talking about. In California alone, divorce rates are estimated to be ten percent

for something as bad

you like to guess what the national average is? It’ll make you wonder why ‘till

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